Shen Zhao looked at the second trophy hanging on the wall and felt extremely satisfied. This no longer seemed monotonous.
Maybe they can still whisper a little while I'm not around?
While he was thinking about it, the Holy Lord's scarlet eyes lit up. He glanced at the statue next to him and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Isn't this the Soviet Union? Isn't it going to torture me forever?
Aren't you laughing at me for being hung on the wall by this brat? Why are you here too?"
Shen Zhao was stunned. He scolded people without exposing their shortcomings, and killed people without punishing others. Old man, if you say this, you will get retribution.
Sure enough, Zhongsu, who had been silent all this time, exuded strong emotional fluctuations: "If it weren't for your incompetence, how could anything happen later? You are this fraudster."
"Wouldn't it be the same if you worked harder and sealed this kid?" The Holy Lord's voice sounded like an old god.
From the moment he met Zhongsu, he knew that this divine way of being a monarch was accomplished.
Because he had the same idea a thousand years ago. As long as he successfully captures a kingdom, under the infinite weakening of hell, the king will surely succeed!
Unfortunately, a Saint who jumped out of nowhere disrupted all his plans, and the remaining back-up men rebelled, sealing him in turn.
How can one word describe "miserable"?
Zhongsu exploded immediately. It was not the greed of the Holy Lord. They came out thousands of years ago. Would there be a chance for this demon dragon to grow?
"Just wait, one day I will give you eternal torture." Zhongsu's tone was full of anger, and he wished he could fight the Holy Lord directly, but his sense of desolation about the kingdom being taken away disappeared a lot.
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A dozen mages behind Shen Zhao were trembling. This was a quarrel between the demon monarchs. The most important thing was that the two idiots were made by them. They were even worried that these demons would take it out on them after they reconciled.
Shen Zhao waved his hand and told them to get out, and the thirteen people ran away as if they had been granted amnesty. They were afraid that they would not live long if they stayed here.
But the unified thing is that no one is mentioning leaving, they seem to be deliberately ignoring it.
Of course, Shen Zhao would not take the initiative to mention it. He glanced at Zhong Su and frowned. From the time this guy came out until he turned into a sand sculpture, he didn't feel the fluctuation of the flame's authority at all.
Logically speaking, 20% of the flame authority was divided into seven parts by the Holy Lord and handed over to the seven demons respectively. Didn't they each have one share?
Seeing that they were still bickering, Shen Zhao couldn't help but interjected: "Zhongsu, where is the old man's anger?"
The Holy Lord and Zhongsu both stopped for a moment, and their thoughts of quarreling were completely gone. The Holy Lord stared at Zhongsu closely. His mood was very complicated. He knew that it might enhance Shenzhao's combat power, but he still wanted to see him.
To your own anger.
As for the authority in his body, the Holy Master is not worried. Once the authority is controlled, no one can take it away unless he takes the initiative to give it away.
Unless he is wiped out by his soul like the Mirror God, the devil's soul is immortal, so the Holy Lord does not panic at all.
This is already the worst case scenario, how much worse can it get?
Zhongsu didn't answer, and looked at Yan Zhao silently, his scarlet eyes dimming.
Obviously, this is to carry out the silence to the end, and would rather die than answer Shen Zhao's question.
However, Shenzhao could also roughly guess that he might have made the worst plan and handed over the power of the flame to the monarch behind him, or even more ruthlessly, threw the fire energy directly into hell.
It is planned that the authority of the flames will never be complete, but these monarchs can do this.
After taking a look at the sand sculptures hanging on the wall, Shen Zhao turned around and walked out. If you don't want to say anything, don't say anything. He still has his own things to be busy with.
At worst, we can just break through the hell space directly after unifying the way of the monarch.
Taking a step forward, Shen Zhao disappeared directly into the castle. This battle didn't have to be that difficult, but Daolong just tricked him. It's not in line with Shen Zhao's character to not get away with this kind of thing.
And when Shen Zhao left, Zhong Su's eyes lit up again. He looked at the empty castle hall, somewhat stunned without saying a word.
"Excellent, isn't it?"
The Holy Lord said with emotion. He was more open-minded than at first, and his emotions became more intense, as if he had truly become an old man.
"Same despicable," Zhongsu couldn't help but reply.
"Alas, I feel the auras of many ethnic groups. Maybe they are really coming back?" The Holy Lord sighed. Who can't understand the situation? But who would be willing to do so?
That is something that has been around for tens of thousands of years, and will be gone forever.
Zhongsu was silent, and he said indifferently: "The results are the same."
"Yes. If you lose, you lose."
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San Francisco.
Shen Zhao looked at an ancient castle in front of him with indifferent eyes, and threw out a dragon blast.
There were a large number of formations in this castle, and the magic was triggered, and layers of protective shields enveloped the entire castle almost instantly.
However, with Shenzhao's current strength and the growth of his origin, even if there is no murderous dragon blast, it is still not something Daolong's arrangement can block.
boom!
After a huge roar, the entire castle was instantly destroyed, and a figure vomiting blood and flying backwards disappeared in front of Shen Zhao's eyes.
Daolon wants to escape?
A faint smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and the terrifying pressure came directly with darkness. In an instant, Daolong was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
Now, as long as Shenzhao wants to, he can directly eliminate this guy who caused trouble at the critical moment.
"Your Majesty, didn't I follow your instructions? Why?" A trace of fear flashed across Daolong's eyes, but he still managed to speak calmly.
After he came back, he originally wanted to run away directly, but when he felt Shen Zhao's aura that strengthened to the point of despair, he gave up his escape plan because it was unnecessary.
With the huge gap in strength, he can be caught no matter where he runs. There is no doubt about this. Moreover, after running away, he has admitted that he has indeed tricked the devil, so he will die.
After weighing the balance, Daolong stayed, but what he didn't expect was that this demon would actually take action when he came up. If Daolong hadn't been so vigilant, and had the blood of a fallen angel, he would have been killed just now.
g.
"Do you think I'm here to argue with you?" Shen Zhao still had a faint smile on his face, but the coldness in his eyes made Daolong feel that the deep winter weather seemed to threaten the Grand Mage.
"Then, Your Majesty, what do you want from me?" Daolong forced himself to calm down. Panic was completely useless at this moment, and he had a premonition that he would not die.
After all, if the demon in front of him wants to kill him, there is no need to talk nonsense.
Shen Zhao raised his hand, and a family mark was directly condensed. Now he does not need the assistance of spells for many things.
He just looked at Daolong with a faint smile, his meaning was very obvious, either become a dependent or die!
Daolong stared blankly at the simple dragon head mark. The dragon horns wrapped around it like a crown made this pattern so noble.
But the meaning it represents is not as good as imagined, being forever enslaved and controlled by others without any chance of resistance.
It's just that he...has no choice.
Daolong lowered his head and said with a somewhat lonely tone: "See the great demon monarch."
The smile on Shen Zhao's face became more sincere. Daolong's talent would not stop him from being a great mage, and no one knew how far he could go on the path of a wizard. After all, he was a major villain in the original timeline.
boss.
The family mark was pressed directly on Daolong's body, and the original dark mark on his forehead was gradually replaced by Shen Zhao's simple dragon head.
"Very good, you can study in my castle. There are some pretty good mages there, and they will be under your control from now on." Shen Zhao said, the fluctuations of Aurora's Eye flashed slightly, and the two disappeared from the spot.
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Xiangjiang, Dad’s Antique Shop.
Dad felt the powerful aura that Shenzhao just exuded, and he was a little dazed. Before he could react, the righteousness around him began to gather.
The brown wool sweater he was wearing turned into a white robe at this moment. Then some changes appeared on the robe. A red cloak appeared behind him, and a Bagua style pattern also appeared on the white robe.
decorate.
An extremely powerful aura spurted out from his body, making the little gryphon next to him tremble a little. Except for Xiaoyu, it was afraid of all powerful auras.
Xiaoyu and Tohru's eyes were filled with sincere joy. Although breaking through the mage level could not break through the race's lifespan limit, it could still be extended appropriately.
After all, the maximum lifespan of human beings can reach about two hundred years, and powerful mages can easily live to the limit of their race's lifespan.
Dad is currently seventy-eight years old. With continuous breakthroughs, maybe he is not even halfway through his life?
However, there was no joy in the father's eyes. This strength was not enough compared to the aura that made him tremble just now.
The Great Magister really has nothing to be proud of, and even the ultimate magic god of living beings seems to be of no use in this era.
"Dad, what happened just now?" Chen Long heard the action outside and walked out of a room. He has been learning fighting skills recently.
Although he now has great power, he is at a disadvantage every time he fights with demons, so learning is still necessary.
"Dad has made a breakthrough and is now a great mage." Xiaoyu answered immediately.
As the father's breath stabilized, the little eagle also calmed down. It immediately rushed to Xiaoyu and asked to be petted. The girl didn't take it out to play for a long time.
"Really? That's really something to be happy about. What do you want to eat? Uncle Long will buy it." A smile appeared on Chen Long's face.
No matter how times change, the tradition of adding extra meals to something good will never change.
"Just eat whatever you want, Tru! Have you been lazy lately? Why is Xiaoyu's progress almost surpassing yours? She was obviously so playful in the past." Dad said perfunctorily, when he noticed the silence on the sofa.
Toru Shi, who didn't say a word, immediately yelled.
And Tohru is also an exciter. He knows this and has tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, but he will be caught and trained every time, and then he learns to increase the amount.
Tohru replied in a low voice: "I will work hard sir."
"Then why are you still sitting here? Why don't you hurry up and learn it? When will the soul transfer technique be used, and when will you be able to eat?" Dad yelled again.
Tru (trotting into the library): "Yes sir."
Dad: "One more thing, Chen Long, what are you waiting for here? Why don't you go buy something to eat? Do you want to starve dad to death?"
Chen Long: "Okay dad, I'll go right away."
Dad: "One more thing. Make Dad a cup of hot tea before you go. Dad is also going to study magic."
